I'm not getting up till my Dad comes back!

Poor Hector, and poor Ziggy. They've got to put up with me, as C has gone to Keswick with a whole F-stop of Blippers on an LPH week.

They dote after him, and have been looking very miserable all day, so I took them out to Stratford for an hour and a half's walk this afternoon. Now back home - and they still look sad.

At least they don't have to put up with my cooking - nothing but the best dry food for them, mixed with a little je ne sais quoi to liven it up a bit. It's a good job they don't turn their noses up if it's not "nestling on a bed of soft cloudy creamy mash and drizzled with jus".